#ron slater imagine

[vivvvy]

hello hello! my name is vi! before i get started with actually writing, i would like to be clear about stuff i will be writing about.

-Wednesday

Ajax Petropolis

Rowan Laslow

(not sure about this one yet) Bianca Barclay

-The Amazing Spiderman

Spiderman/Peter Parker

Gwen Stacy

-The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Lila Pitts

Viktor Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

-Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

-Cobra Kai

Robby Keene

Tori Nichols

Miguel Diaz

Sam LaRusso

Eli Moskowitz

Kenny (fluff or angst only)

-10 Things I Hate About You

Cameron James

Kat Stratford

Patrick Verona

Bianca Stratford

-Scream

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Sidney Prescott

Dewey Riley

Tatum Riley

-The Fear Street Franchise

Deena Johnson

Samantha Fraser

Kate Schmidt

Simin Kalivoda

Cindy Berman

Tommy Slater

Alice

Young Ziggy Berman

Young Nick Goode

that’s all for now! also, i will only write fluff or smut. it all really depends on the request, but i can also write imagines or scenarios. (x readers of course) no dark stuff, but just nice little things. (you’ll see!) anyways, that’s all for now. bye!

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NSFW Headcanons~ Ron Slater

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Ron is either secretly a virgin or has very little experience. The first time the two of you were alone together; a little before you started actually dating, you were rightfully expecting something to happen and yet; no matter how hard you tried to drop hints and/or flirt, nothing ever did. 

- It seemed as though he were nervous or that he had something on his mind but he never tried anything and you sat there somewhat awkwardly, wondering if he just wasn’t into you and mourning your artful seduction techniques that were lost on his clueless little self.

- Honestly, going down on you is just as pleasurable for him as it if for you. He genuinely enjoys it and takes it surprisingly serious: being slow and purposeful with all his movements. Sometimes he finishes you off like that, other times it’s just to warm you up, either way, he could do it for hours. 

- Slater enjoys blowjobs just as much as the next person but he thinks of them as being somewhat degrading and because he loves you, he doesn’t want you  to give him them just because you feel like you have to. 

- The two of you probably started off as just friends with benefits; for one reason or another, and even then, when it could have arguably been somewhat awkward, you were still taking the time to do foreplay. It’s always been a big thing in your relationship and it always will be. 

- “Roles” in the bedroom really don’t matter to him so while you do tend to take control a lot of the time, he wouldn’t be opposed to changing that if you really wanted to. 

- Sex rarely happens just because you’re horny or desperate, instead, the two of you do it just because you can and because it’s an enjoyable experience. It’s the reason that most of your sex is laidback and that neither of you take it too seriously; usually acting as though you have all the time in the world to “explore” with each other. 

- He’s usually really soft and sweet with you. Regardless of where you are in your relationship, sex almost always feels like you’re making love rather than just sleeping with each other; and you could probably argue that that’s part of the reason you fell in love with him. 

- He tends not to take anything too seriously and neither do you so it’s pretty commonplace for the two of you to break out into giggles and smile fondly at each other in the middle of him penetrating you. 

- Having sex while high is also pretty common. He’s constantly smoking anyway so why wouldn’t he mix the two? It’s like creating his own personal heaven while he’s still on earth. 

- Cuddling sex. Like I said: he’s usually really loving with you so the two of you tend to find yourselves pressed up close and tangled in your sheets, completely relaxed, warm, and happy. 

- Missionary is the most common position for the two of you: it’s just the easiest to do and since he’s probably not entirely sober anyway, you aren’t about to try any erotic gymnastics. You don’t need to face plant and hurt yourself because Mary Jane and the bedroom sounded like they’d make a good team. 

- Soft yet rough caresses. The action itself is soft but his hands are somewhat rough and calloused so there’s always a nice little contrast involved whenever he touches you. 

- Lots of soft kisses and nuzzling-esque movements.

- I have a feeling that; all things considered, Ron is almost completely vanilla: he just doesn’t seem like a very kinky person. 

- He’d undoubtedly be incapable of degrading or hurting you even if you wanted him to; no matter how miniscule the act might seem to everyone else. To him, even spanking or meaninglessly calling you a whore would be a no-go. He’s just too soft, too sweet. 

- You probably once had sex in some clearing or hidden away area outside while under the stars and it was honestly like an out of body experience for him. Nothing will ever make him feel the way laying there beneath the open sky as you rode and smoked with him did and he’s come to terms with that. It was surreal and amazing and it’s something that he cant help but think about every now and again.

- Slater isn’t too big of a talker in general; unless it’s about aliens and Martha Washington, so it’s no surprise that he stays pretty quiet during sex as well. That being said: he will occasionally let out a low groan almost directly into your ear; usually on accident, and the sound of it will make you melt. 

- He’s either strongly opposed to anal or really into it but too afraid to mention it in case it offended or made things weird between you. 

- Slater has big dick energy and I’m not afraid to say it. Man is packing inches and you cannot convince me otherwise. 

- I feel like Slater is somewhat insecure so having you jump his bones or compliment him or look at him all eager while he got undressed would make him really happy and boost his confidence quite a bit. He enjoys the feeling of being wanted the same way everyone else does so keep that in mind whenever you notice him feeling down.

- Birth control in definitely the best option for you if you’re gonna be with him. He’d definitely always try to wear a condom when he’s with you but I would not trust a stoner to always wrap it before he taps it. For obvious reasons, you know that he’s definitively clean so it’s not too big of an issue so long as you take matters into your own hands and ensure that no little kids are gonna be running around saying “check ya later”. 

- His mind never immediately goes to after care but once he’s had a chance to breathe and clear the foggy haze from his mind, he’ll do pretty much whatever you ask him to. 

[amessywritersmind]

Slater Headcanon

Request (Anon):  Can you write rob slater headcannons with a innocent stoner girlfriend please 🥺🥺

I absolutely can!! Hopefully I do it justice (I’ve never done one of these before lololol).

- ok so first of all, he would love that you love to smoke too 

- honestly, that’s probably how you met

- anyways, whenever you guys smoke together, you already know its gonna be a great time

- sometimes smoke sessions lead to cuddles on the couch all day long

- this would also include wild conversations

- sometimes they’re super deep and meaningful

- other times it would lead to lots of belly-splitting laughter and yet trying not to detatch any limbs from each other all at the same time 

- other times smoke sessions lead to crazy adventures out with the gang

- you’d all meet up at the emporium and hang out for hours, eating tons of food and just having a good time 

- sometimes the smoke session would take place in some sort of nature area 

- this would lead to quite a few flower crowns made on your part, and lots of laughter from him when you place one on your head as well as his own, claiming you were now one with the earth 

- he loves when you’re like that, so at peace and radiant with happiness

- you loved that whenever you got the munchies, he’d get you whatever you wanted 

- lets be real he’s always prepared with snacks 

- he also loves that you get along with his friends so well

- literally, they all love you because you do things like make flower crowns 

- honestly, you guys are just so cute together

[80s4life]

Some Kind Of Wonderful

Word Count: 2,220

Status: Requested!

Ask: Hiii can you do anything for Randall Pink Floyd

@: a very interesting anon that loves forgotten movies like me! (seriously, Dazed and Confused doesn’t get enough attention)

Fandom: Dazed And Confused 1993

Relationship: Randall “Pink” Floyd x Reader

Summary: Time’s slowly running out and the dangers of adulthood are starting to near too quickly. When finishing off the last year of high school starts to truly seep into your bones, you realize someone’s wasting a gift you simply couldn’t just be handed.

Warnings: explicit language, sexual jokes, weed, alcohol, weed and alcohol consumption, underage drinking/smoking/partying

Masterlist Dazed And Confused Masterlist

{gif is not mine, credits go to @dazed--and--confused​}

Heaving yourself over the chain link fence, Slater is quick to clumsily follow behind. Giggling, you drop down drunkenly, scrambling to your feet to help Slater carefully tumble over the other side. 

“I got it. I got it,” he smiles, using your shoulders as support as he tries to stand on the flimsy wraps of metal without anything to hold onto. “Alright, go away.”

Stepping back as he had asked, it takes all about ten seconds before he’s colliding with the ground with a hard thud. You try your best to stay quiet, but the groans that follow soon after cause you to explode. As best as you can manage, you wheeze while taking his hand and lifting him up, “Don’t got it.”

“Hey, I was up there for a long time! Try beating that!”

“Nah, I’d rather keep my head in tact,” you slur, handing him the indiscreet bottle wrapped inside a paper bag.

He happily obliges, eyes quickly being entertained with holding the bottle without spilling, your eyes scanning the field to find the rest of the gang. Just along the other side of the football field, the familiar cackling of young teens tells you that you guys showed up too late.

“Hey, there they are!” you can hear Don shouting, voice echoing throughout the stands and bleachers.

Shoving Slater, you guys fall into a not-so-sturdy race, feet flying about and hands scattered in all directions to prevent falling on your faces again. The group, staring at your liquid-enhanced happiness, laugh as they decide to move towards the center of the field.

Sucking in greedy breaths of air, you both go tumbling into the grass before the group. Slater rolls into Pink and Simone while you crash into Don’s awaiting arms. 

“Perfect landing,” he grins into your ear, making sure to leave a teasing nibble on the lobe, eyes digging straight into the particularly long haired brunette across from him.

“Shut up,” you groan, lifting off of him to sit cross-legged besides Slater once more.

For some time, you indulge in the adventures of David Wooderson; the many women he’s been with, the crazy shit he got himself into and how he got out of it, the places he’s been. Although they were bizarre, they kept the group entertained through their buzzed hazes, laughing and giggling at every punch line.

Laying across Slater’s thighs, you support your head with both of your crossed arms. Beside you, Slater takes turns in passing the joint between you both, one arm supporting his own head as he stares up at the stars. 

The group had fallen in a comfortable silence, indulging in the short-lived peace that is soon to be destroyed as the morning light comes up. Slowly, with the peaking sun just above the treeline, Shavonne and Simone make their exit through the front gate of the school’s football stadium.

You sadly let them go, knowing that senior year is just about over for you, hugging them as they depart. Wooderson is next to leave, still tipsy over last night’s drinks, he comfortably grabs the bottle of tequila he was nursing, leaving before the cops have a chance to get him.

Watching the clouds turn a deep shade of orange like gold, you, Slater, and Pink all sit up side by side to watch the end of the show. 

“Hey man...woman....this isn’t the end of us, is it?” Slater slurs, turning briefly to look the each of you in the eye.

“Hell no!” you yell, looking at him as if he’s crazy, “You’re my best friend, Slater, my partner in crime. I’m not done with you yet.”

He smiles at the drastic bit of reassurance, sharing a look of fond companionship. Swiftly, the both of you nudge shoulders and turn towards Pink, expectant eyes waiting for his answer that didn’t come as naturally as it should’ve.

He looks Slater in the eyes, then they slip to yours in a sense of regret and premature sadness. Sighing, he blows, “I don’t known, man. We hung out with each other because we were stuck with each other. Now we have no reason to be around - hang out like we used to. We aren’t kids anymore, we’re adults about to enter the big, wide world we’ve been dying for. Who knows what the next year or two will take us.”

“That’s why we make sure it doesn’t happen,” you counter, staring off at the sky again.

“And how can you ensure that, Y/N?” Pink asks with a defensiveness you aren’t quite used to hearing.

“Because,” you snap your head towards him sharply, “If we want to be in each other’s lives, we’ll make damn sure that we stick around.” Your eyes, stern and soft at the same time, bore into his own with and intensity and determination set.

Neither Pink nor Slater argue you, Pink still staring at you with disbelief and no change in his thoughts. He doesn’t believe you, not completely. 

“Pink,” you try to compose yourself, setting your voice to a lighter tone to avoid further argument. “If you’re friends and truly scared of losing them, the love and bond you share should say enough. You don’t just fucking disappear on your own, you’ll let that shit happen and you’ll know you’re doing it, too. We’ve lost a lot of good friends, but they weren’t built to last. Our friendship, well, it’ll last a lifetime.”

Slater pulls you in by your shoulder, side hugging you with a warm, kooked-out smile, “Yeah man. Even our kids will be friends.”

You laugh at that, looking back at Pink, his head down and hands playing with the grass. “I don’t know,” his voice cracks a bit.

Looking back at Slater, he nods, whispering in your ear, “Tell him Y/N, you’ve got nothing to lose. He needs you.” You smile at his unnatural encouragement, he’s always good at finding the right words, as rare as they come. Getting up from the grass and waving his goodbye, he winks at you, going back through the woods in which you came silently.

“Pink,” you mumble, shuffling closer to him and placing a hand underneath his head, pulling him up to look at you by his chin. When he looks up, his eyes are glossy and threatening to break down at any moment, softening as you look at him. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, you hear me?”

“I just don’t want to lose us,” he chokes, a tear sneaking past him before he could wipe it away.

“We won’t. We- I-,” you stutter to find the words. You know what you want to tell him, but you don’t know how to - too scared of the possibility of rejection. “I love you, Pink, always have, always will. I’ve stuck around this long without an inch of expectation from you, what makes you think it’ll change now? You’re gonna go places, Pink, but don’t think I won’t be too far behind you, making sure you get just where you need to be.”

For once, he smiles at you, a glossy wet smile that cracks through the shadows of doubt swirling in his head. “You’re talking about the pledge, aren’t you.”

“Oh, you’re signing that pledge, don’t get me wrong, but no, I’m talking about anywhere and wherever you go. You don’t have to be this huge NFL football player for me to love you just the same, you’re always gonna be Pink from Lee High School in good, old Austin, Texas, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smirks, looking down at the grass again.

“Hey,” you pull his head up again, “I’m serious, Pink.”

“I know,” he mumbles, “Just scared for our futures, you know? I don’t know where I’m going yet.”

“And you’re not gonna know for a long time, you’re still in high school. You’ll figure life out just like the rest of us, you just have to get through the last year of high school. Shit, I mean, I don’t even know what the fuck to do with myself yet and I just graduated.”

He laughs at that, smiling wide for you to see as he gives you a once over, “You’re gonna do just fine, Y/N. You always get your shit together. You have nothing to worried about.”

“Neither do you,” your smirk, poking his arm.

You guys fall into a comfortable silence for a moment or two, riddled with your own thoughts before Pink speaks up again, “So, you love me, huh?”

“Oh, shut up,” your face heats up, this time being the one to look at the grass for answers. “I knew you’d pick that up.”

“How could I not, it was such a beautiful speech, really made me tear up.”

You laugh at him, shoving his shoulder as you get back up on your feet. Outstretching your hand, Pink takes it, frame towering over yours with his natural height and intensity. 

Slowly, you guys make your way to the front gate of the football field. There, you find Slater, stomping out his half-smoked joint just as Coach Bronco emerges from the parking lot, holding a finger up to his lips with a smile.

“Ah, Randy,” Bronco chirps, acting as if he hadn’t been waiting for a while, “You sign that pledge yet?”

“Actually,” you step before him, “He was just going to sign it now, do you have a pen?” You smile nice a sweet, Bronco pulling out a pen and handing it to you. “Oh, and we kind of lost the paper,” you smirk innocently, “You know, with the parties and stuff tonight, it got lost.”

“Oh sure, I’ve got a copy,” he runs back to his car to fetch another paper.

Pink elbows you in the side and you turn to smile devilishly at him, “You’ve got a gift, I’m not going to stand by and watch you spoil it, Pink.”

“Here you are,” Coach Bronco smiles.

“Thank you,” you take it from him, handing it over to Pink and turning around, offering your back for him to use to sign it. Begrudgingly he does as you’d silently instructed, signing the paper and handing it back.

“Thanks Randy, we look forward to seeing you next year. Don’t get soft on us,” then Bronco leans in, whispering something you can’t quite make out, turning to sneak a peak at Slater, hiding in the bushes. “And don’t let that one go, that one knows what they’re talking about. A good influence...special.”

“Alright! Thanks Coach, I’ll see you next year,” Pink exclaims, motioning towards his want for Bronco to leave.

“Thanks Coach B, he’ll be back better than ever. You just wait!”

“I hope so,” and with that, Bronco leaves seemingly happy with the outcome.

“That doesn’t mean I’m not smoking this summer,” Pink mutters.

“All you had to do was sign it, now you’re free,” you smile. “Come on, lets go home, we need to sleep at some point.”

Waving at Slater, he comes bounding out of the bushes again, a tipsy smile on his face. “Does that mean I have to find a new smoking buddy?”

“Nah, I’m not done yet,” Pink smirks.

“Hey, I thought I was your smoking buddy?” you punch Slater’s arm.

“Ow!” he exclaims dramatically. “You are my smoking best friend,” he corrects.

“So, I’m more special then?”

“Sure,” he smirks.

Walking down the parking lot, you part ways, hugging Pink before you turn back to Slater, wrapping your arm around his waist due to his height. Pink goes the other direction with a giggle, watching as Slater puts all of his weight onto you, wobbling down the road.

Before he turns the corner, Pink calls out, “Oh, and Y/N?!”

Turning around, you look back at him, “Yeah?”

“I love you, too!”

Confusion laces your features as quickly as his blow, looking up at Slater to make sure you heard it right. Slater looks down at you, eyebrows raised with a shrug. Turning back to Pink, a huge smile breaks across your face.

Down the road, Pink smiles back with a red hue to his cheeks, “Did you hear me?”

Suddenly, you let go of Slater and bound towards Pink, almost tackling him as you jump on him. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he chuckles loud, smirking down at you as he places a kiss to your nose.

“Are you serious?” you ask, looking up at him with bewilderment.

“Well, you didn’t really give me a chance to say it back, did you?”

“You’re not answering my question.”

“Do I need to say it again?”

“For clarification purposes, please?”

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. I have since we were Freshmen.”

Turning around, you give Slater a double thumbs up, him smiling and imitating a gagging motion. “I love you, too, Randall Floyd.”

[introvertguide]

Tootsie (1982); AFI #69

The film under review is the 1982 comedy Tootsie, directed by Sydney Pollack and starring Dustin Hoffman. The film was nominated for 10 Academy Awards and was also inducted into the National Film Archives by the Library of Congress in 1998. I read over my notes about this film from when I watched it in 2014 and I didn’t think much of the film at the time, but I read Roger Ebert’s review and saw that it has very good Rotten Tomato and Metacritic scores so I figured I was just missing something. I watched it twice over the last couple of days and I think I feel the same as I did before. Bored. Here is a quick plot summary before we get to the breakdown:

SPOILER ALERT!!!

Michael Dorsey (Dustin Hoffman)  is a respected actor, but nobody in New York wants to hire him because he is a perfectionist and difficult to work with. After many months without a job, Michael hears of an opening on the popular daytime soap opera Southwest General from his friend and acting student Sandy Lester (Terri Garr), who tries out for the role of hospital administrator Emily Kimberly. In desperation for work, Michael impersonates a woman and, auditioning under the name "Dorothy Michaels", gets the part. Michael takes the job as a way to raise $8,000 to produce a play, written by his roommate Jeff Slater (Bill Murray), which will star himself and Sandy. Michael plays his character as a feisty feminist, which is not how the part is written, and quickly becomes a national sensation. 

Michael gets into his part a little too much and he finds himself trying on clothes at Sandy’s house. She catches him and he covers up by claiming he wants to have sex with her. Exacerbating matters further, he is attracted to one of his co-stars, Julie Nichols (played by Jessica Lange), a single mother in an unhealthy relationship with the show's amoral, sexist director, Ron Carlisle. At a party, when Michael (as himself) approaches Julie with a pick-up line that she had previously told Dorothy she would be receptive to, she throws a drink in his face. 

Michael becomes close with Julie when he is dressed up as Dorothy and he is invited to a weekend at her father’s house. Michael starts to really fall for Julie, but it is Julie’s father Les (Charles Durning) that falls for Dorothy and even tries to propose. Michael freaks out and goes to his agent George Fields (played by Director Sydney Pollack) to try and get him off of the show. George refuses because he has assisted Michael in getting the part and worries there will be blow back over the deceit. 

Sandy visits Michael, asking why he hasn't answered her calls.  Michael admits he's in love with another woman, and Sandy screams and breaks up with him. The tipping point comes when, due to Dorothy's popularity, the show's producers want to extend her contract for another year. Michael finds a clever way to extricate himself: when the cast is forced by a technical problem to perform an episode live, he improvises a grand speech on camera, pulls off his wig and reveals that he is actually Edward, the character's twin brother who took her place to avenge her. 

The revelation allows everybody a more-or-less graceful way out. Julie, however, is so outraged that she punches him in the stomach once the cameras have stopped rolling, before storming off. Some weeks later, Michael is moving forward with producing Jeff's play. He also gives Les back his ring, and Les tells Michael: "The only reason you're still living is because I never kissed you." Michael later waits for Julie outside the studio. She is reluctant to talk to him, but finally admits she misses Dorothy. Michael tells her, "I was a better man with you as a woman than I ever was with a woman as a man." She forgives him and they walk down the street. The end.

This might seem abrupt, but that is really the ending. There are so many plot lines that were left unexplored, but realistically they weren’t going anywhere so maybe the sudden ending was a benefit. But what happened to Sandy? She was screwed over by Michael for the whole movie and then her fate is left pretty much unresolved. What about the agent? I guess he was disgraced and kicked out of the business? The dad was really OK with being fooled into proposing by a guy who was trying to trick his daughter? The movie is very incomplete. 

A strange almost irony is how bad the score is in this film (very generic 80s busy music) and that the story has recently become a stage play. On the other hand, taking a good premise and stripping it down to just the characters and then adapting it to the stage has worked well with Broadway. 

One virtue of the film is the different approach to portraying gender roles. I was raised in the 80s but I have long since forgotten the idea that a relationship was considered a  joke if the people involved were of the same gender. Gay relationships of the 80s were portrayed on the big and small screen as comical, with the men being flaming and effeminate and the women being butch and mean. This film does not do that. There are some scenes of gay panic, but that is because the characters are being caught up in their lies. The message is to be who you really are and I don’t feel like there is judgment against a particular lifestyle beyond when it is false to the character’s true nature. 

I personally find the premise of this movie much more interesting than the actual film itself. I can imagine that “an actor who crosses gender to earn a part and learns a powerful lesson about gender roles” sounds good and there are a lot of jokes about a man learning the difficulty of being a woman. I also think there is a dangerously close tread towards implying that a man could do a better job being a woman than a woman can. However, it turns out to be more along the lines of women can be incredibly strong if they had the privilege and entitlements that men have. It was very progressive for the time. 

All of the actual female characters are played so weak and it is funny that this is the only place in which the movie actually won an Oscar (Best Supporting Actress for Jessica Lange). Terri Garr is especially weak and neurotic with her character being screwed over throughout the movie. It is really the only character that I have ever seen the actress play, so I don’t know if there was anything else that could have come from her. Jessica Lange finally gains enough confidence to step away from a comfortable but bad relationship, but she ends the film in a strange relationship with a guy that has been lying to her consistently the whole time she has known him. 

I have found as I have researched this film and actually rewatched it a couple of times that I really don’t like this movie beyond the premise and how novel it was for the time. The ending was awkward and the premise gag ran out of steam halfway through the film. So would I recommend it? Not really. The awkward gender bending was done better before in Some Like It Hot (1959) and after in Mrs. Doubtfire (1993), the challenge of switching gender roles was much better in Mr. Mom (1983), and the music was finally made tolerable in Tootsie the Musical. I would not recommend this film since it doesn’t hold up. Should it be on the AFI top 100? No. With movies like Dr. Zhivago dropped off the list, I don’t see why this one stayed on. It is a decent movie but the premise has been done better over and over again so it really does not stand up. At best, it was a reflection of how female roles were changing in society, but at worst it was a slightly funny single joke that ran for 2 hours. Really not something that deserves to be in the ranks of the greatest American movies. 

[junker-town]

We watched the 80s ‘Let’s Ram It’ music video with the current Rams

“We must protect this video at all costs.”

The current Los Angeles Rams are familiar with “Let’s Ram It” — the team’s own version of the “Super Bowl Shuffle” — which was recorded during the 1985 season. It plays at every home game, a reminder of a past era in franchise history. But not many players have had a chance to sit down and watch the classic video, and fewer have heard its backstory.

First, watch the video. Trust us:

The story goes that the Rams took an entire day off, from sunup to sundown filming the video. Receiver Ron Brown was friends with a pre-NWA Dr. Dre at time, and recommended the then-20-year-old to mix the song for the Rams — but the team already had someone lined up.

The only way this video could be more 1980s is if it also featured a bunch of Smurfs doing the “Thriller” dance in the background. But it’s perfection as is, from bars like “I learned long ago that if you Ram It just right, you can Ram It all day and Ram It all night,” to safety Nolan Cromwell’s dancing being so embarrassing that they had to try to hide him in the back.

Before the Rams are set to play the Patriots in Super Bowl 53, we watched the video with a few Rams players.

Here’s what the current Rams think of “Let’s Ram It”:

“They lit! They lit right now!” exclaims cornerback Troy Hill, grinning from ear-to-ear while watching.

“My thing, is like, how did they remember all this?” remarks defensive lineman Michael Brockers. “I mean, that’s cool ... I guess that’s fun at that time, but I think Dr. Dre definitely would have spiced it up a little bit for sure.”

“Of course I would have liked it if they used Dr. Dre,” guard Rodger Saffold says, laughing, “but it’s amazing. It was their way of getting out there and incorporate everybody.”

Not everyone agreed that a Dre version would have been better.

“We must protect this video at all costs,” says guard Jamil Demby. “Hey, Dr. Dre, I’m sorry — but this right here, it’s a bomber.”

Legendary Rams tackle Jackie Slater (father of Patriots special teams captain Matt Slater) is not only the first featured rap solo, but he also has a saxophone solo — or at least an Oscar-worthy simulation of one — in the video.

“Look at Jackie [Slater] play that sax!” long snapper Jake McQuaide exclaims. He isn’t having any of it when we inform him that sadly, Jackie did not actually play the sax. “No, no, no — he played the sax. The spirit took him over and he played that sax.”

McQuaide, like Demby, is absolutely on board with this being the correct version of the song. “This one’s better. It’s way more cringeworthy. Dr. Dre’s version would have been good, but this one’s way better.”

Whether they laugh at the song, cringe, or wistfully imagine what could have been if Dre recorded it, the Rams are all in agreement that they’re glad it exists. Except two of them ...

“Here’s what they should have done,” says Greg Zuerlein, the kicking hero whose 57-yard game-winner sent the Rams to the Super Bowl. “They should have had an editor who looked at this and said ‘no’ to it all. This is a bad look.”

When asked if there was a possibility of the 2018 Rams doing their own version, punter Johnny Hekker said it was possible, but he had no plans of taking part.

“Not with us,” Hekker said.

“Not with us at all,” adds Zuerlein.

The Rams wouldn’t rule out the possibility of recording their own version of “Let’s Ram It,” but that discussion will have to wait until after the Super Bowl.

[neptunesdaughtr]

We saw “A Bronx Tale” on Broadway. It didn’t replace Jersey Boys in my ❤️, but I definitely enjoyed it. I will have to watch the movie now. A review on the play: Well, why not? A Bronx Tale began as a one-man show that launched the career of actor Chazz Palminteri. It was one of those rare cases where friends probably told him time and time again he should turn the stories of his youth into a show, he did, and it actually worked! That in turn became a movie marking the directorial debut of Robert De Niro. Like Sylvester Stallone, Palminteri wisely sold the rights on the condition he be cast in it, in this case the magnetic supporting role of the mobster Sonny. And now De Niro has co-directed with Jerry Zaks yet another incarnation of this coming-of-age tale. This time, it’s a musical. Unfortunately, by and large they forgot the songs, not to mention any distinctive choreography or movement. As one would expect, De Niro and Zaks have done a good job of bringing out solid performances from the cast. Certainly the book (penned by Palminteri) isn’t the problem. This story of a young kid becoming enamored of the tough guy who lords if over their street and rebelling by calling his hard-working dad a sucker is familiar territory...and not just because we’ve seen it on film and stage. But too many squandered opportunities keep A Bronx Tale: The Musical” from taking flight as a musical. It starts with a couple of guys singing doo-wop under a streetlamp as the grown-up young man Calogero (Jason Gotay) launches the show with “Belmont Avenue.” The show sets up the doo-wop singers as a potential Greek chorus (and who doesn’t love good doo-wop) but that idea is mostly squandered. (The guys become friends of Calogero and sometimes break out the doo-wop but it’s not really a consistent thread.) Further, Gotay is at his most appealing vocally thanks to a melody that sits comfortably in his upper register. Unfortunately, most of his other numbers have melodies that sit much lower on the scale and fail to show off Gotay to his best advantage. Since an upper register also suggests the innocence of youth here, that’s a shame for several reasons. This launches into the words of advice from the bus-driving dad of Calogero to his pre-teen son (Joshua Colley). Unfortunately, it’s called “Look To Your Heart,” sentimental clap-trap that pushes against the increasingly grim world that the story depicts. In fact, “look to your heart” becomes the show’s mantra and oft-repeated refrain, a Hallmark style slogan that lands flat. Worse, Calogero’s dad (Richard H. Blake) is a frustrated sax player, though a love for soul or jazz or big band never comes into things, another missed opportunity to be specific and give characters some link to the music they’re singing. The lyrics by Glenn Slater and music by Alan Menken rarely get better. Yet for a moment they do. Topping the modestly pleasing opener is “I Like It.” The young Calogero has sung a few earlier bits, but as with the adult actor, the melodies he’s given don’t suit his voice. But suddenly Colley is given a song that expresses the giddy pleasure this kid finds in receiving the attention of the mobbed-up Sonny (Nick Cordero). Once everyone knows he’s a favorite of the feared gangster, Calogero gets free soda, free comic books, friendly smiles from one and all and cash in his pocket. No wonder he likes it! This number is a genuine winner, pushing the story forward and letting Colley shine with a melody and lyrics he nails gleefully, receiving by far the biggest applause of the night. It’s all downhill from there. The young Calogero is replaced by the teenage version (Gotay) and the songs and story quickly become generic. He fights with his dad, he works for Sonny and yes he loses his way. We suddenly discover there are black people in New York City, (before, his world was strictly Italian-American) and in about two minutes we get rising racial tension and Calogero falling for a sweet, friendly black girl named Jane (Coco Jones) in his high school. It’s too much too fast, though Jones manages to be winning even in a truncated part and with about half a song she gets to sing. Jones works at a record store, but any thought that the show might use that for musical inspiration is also lost; she might as well work in a library. Only Sonny’s song of how to survive on the streets dubbed “Nicky Machiavelli” has any personality to come close to matching “I Like It,” thanks in no small measure to Cordero’s turn. But that’s also in Act One, leaving Act Two devoid of any memorable songs. Cordero’s magnetism and genuine presence give this show much needed gravitas. Gotay is a capable and amiable lead, but the songs and story feel so anonymous he never really comes alive. Frankly, events mostly seem to swirl around Calogero, so it’s hard to make this passive role feel vibrant. The choreography is by Sergio Trujillo but this show never really feels like one that moves. The scenic design by Beowulf Boritt runs out of steam; eventually large walls simply block off parts of the stage to create more intimate moments, a tactic that feels intrusive and unimaginative. Paper MIll often boasts an excellent orchestra. But here it’s smaller than usual (perhaps to go for a more rock and roll vibe?) and the arrangements by Ron Melrose include a lot of very mechanical drumming that makes it feel tinnier than usual. Palminteri’s heartfelt ode to his childhood and tribute to his dad has an innate appeal. A Bronx Tale proves Tony nominee Cordero has the chops to succeed in drama as easily as he has in comedy. And it offers a showcase number for Colley that any kid would kill for. But what surely was imagined as the next Jersey Boys is more likely to make you wish Palminteri would hold the music and just bring back the one-man show that made his name

[sanriolvr777]

NSFW Alphabet with Ron Slater

A/N: No one has done anything for this character yet, so here you go. :)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Slater is the sweetest. After sex, he would always ask if you were okay. He would bring you some water and a cloth to clean yourself. He would always want you close to him. He would roll a joint for the both of you to share. You two would just smoke and speak sweet nothings in each other’s ears. After a while, you hold him into a tight embrace and tell each other how much you love each other.

B = Body part (Favorite body part of theirs and also their fave body part belonging to their partner)

To Slater, everything about you was perfect. But if he had a favorite body part of yours, it would be your thighs. Your thighs were so soft and he loved how it cushions his face when he goes down on you. Your favorite of his body was his hands. His skillful fingerwork alone would make you climax.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He likes to release on your stomach and breasts. The beautiful sight of your covered in glistening sweat and his seed turns him on all over again. He also likes when you swallow.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Slater is would never keep a sexual secret from you. You were a person that is easy to talk to and open minded. Since he is the same way, he’s quite open with speaking of sexual things. He loves talking dirty and seeing you squirm.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Slater has some experience. As he stated, he wanted someone with quality. He wants someone who could match his energy when it came to this topic. Lucky for him, you were the perfect match. You both had enough experience to please each other.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He actually has two positions that he truly loves. His number one fave is the classic missionary. He loves to share kisses and moans with you as he penetrated you. His second favorite position is when you straddle him. He could grab your hips and guide you up and down his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Slater can be a goofball during sex sometimes. He says some of the weirdest and funniest things during sex. He loves it when he makes you laugh in the moment. Your laugh was music to his ears. For the most part, he is very serious when it comes to sex. He’s gets deep and lost in you. He’s in love with the way you feel underneath him, how you react to his touch and he sounds you make when he’s taking you so good or the sounds you make when he’s taking you so good and how you feel wrapped around him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Slater is a little on the lazy side, but for someone like he manages to keep himself groomed. He trims every once in a while, so he is fairly groomed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Slater is really romantic in the moment. Sex is very intimate for him and for you. He tries to always make it about you and your pleasure. Moments like these make both of you realize how lucky you two are to have each other.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off every other day. He loves to look at the polaroid that he took of you to help him jack off. It was such a pretty picture of you. The sight of you topless and vulnerable in his bed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Slater loves cockwarming. When he’s too tired to move around so much or he just wants to relax, he’ll let you warm his cock. Sometimes he lets you make it more exciting and allows you to touch yourself or play with your clit while he stays inside you. You make him cum a few times like that, all the while without moving or thrusting inside you.

Slater also has the biggest worship kink. He loves to hear you tell him how huge he is, how good he is doing, and most importantly when you thank him for how good he makes you feel.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers doing it in the bedroom out of all places now. You did it in the car plenty of times and in an open field while stargazing. But one time, you two did do it in the back of Pickford’s car one time at a party, but you both ended up getting caught. Ever since, the bedroom was the only acceptable place for the two of you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He love watching you dance at parties. The way you move always turns him. He would join you to and you would move onto each other, fluid with each others movements. Right after these dances, you two would definitely have sex. He also loves seeing you wear his shirts with just your panties underneath.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s up for anything. As long as it’s not harmful. He’d never want to hurt you. Bondage is a big no for him. He doesn’t like orgasm denials either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving over giving. The sight of you with his cock in your mouth is the hottest thing ever. The feeling of your tongue swiping over his length drives him crazy. He loves giving and he’s pretty good at it. His tongue flicks in amazing motions while working with his fingers.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a total softie, so he likes to take his sweet precious time with you. The majority of the time, he’s passionate and slow. If you want him to be rough, he is willing to do so.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not a big fan of quickies. He likes to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s willing to try new things as long as you’re comfortable with it. He just won’t participate in anything that is harmful to you or him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Most of the time, he can only go for 1 round. Sometimes, he can do 2. Overall, sex is pretty energy-consuming for him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not a fan of using toys. He wants to be the one doing all the pleasuring for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t do teasing much. He does it occasionally. But majority of the time. He starts to feel bad, because he just wants to make both of you feel good.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s loud. His moans and whimpers are pleasing your ear. The sounds just turn you on some more. He also slips out curse words here and there as he starts reaching his climax.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When he's stoned, he gets more clingy and soft when he's with you. He's so touchy and sex is even more soft.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is about 6 inches, 7 inches when hard. He has some girth to him. He’s not too thick or thin. He’s the perfect size for you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Slater’s sex drive is fairly average. He doesn’t have a high sex drive as many others think. He has many dirty thoughts about you all the time though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As stated earlier, Slater is such a big softie. He cuddles up next to you and lays on your chest. You start running your fingers through his hair. Once he feels that repeated motion on his head, lights out for him. The sight of him sleeping was so peaceful to you.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Ron Slater

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

“Ayyyy the pizza goddess is here!”

- Out of all the things you’ve been called as a food delivery person, that has definitely got to be your favorite.

- Working the late shift at your local pizza place was not what you had in mind when you began looking for a job but the pay was decent and the tasks were easy so you really couldn’t complain. Sure, you had to deal with a few creeps, but there were also some much more wholesome customers.

- The stoners were your favorite and you were quite sure they always would be. Calm, good natured, very thankful; they were the perfect people to deal with when you were tired and just wanted to go home.

- So you met Slater pretty early into your pizza delivery career. Him and his friends were frequent customers of yours and were always the highlight of your night.

- You sort of figured out that the long haired boy was at least attracted to you, but you were completely unaware of just how hard he was crushing on you.

- It took months of him ordering pizzas just to see you before he finally gathered up the courage to ask for your phone number. You thought he was cute, even while high as a kite, and he was as sweet as could be during all of your interactions so you obliged, writing your number on his arm before you left.

- He called you up the next day, inviting you over to his house for a movie marathon and some takeout. Halfway through a particularly boring film, he asked if you wanted to see something cool to which you agreed. Fast forward a few minutes and the two of you are sitting atop the moon tower, gazing at the stars.

- He nervously reached for your hand in the dark and you let him take it, a small smile finding it’s way onto your face. The two of you walked back to his house hand and hand, a relationship blooming between you. 

- You shared your first kiss after about a week of dating. It may not seem like it but Slater’s actually a pretty nervous dude, at least when it comes to girls, so it took him a bit of time to make a move. 

- The two of you had spent an entire night together and were sitting on a random curb in the early hours of the morning, watching the sun start to rise. You had your head leaning against his shoulder when he placed a tentative hand against your cheek and leaned in.

-  It was short and sweet but it did the trick. After that he was free to kiss you whenever he wanted and you were granted the same privilege. ...Boyfriend and girlfriend.... He was ecstatic. 

- Having long, deep and sometimes rambling conversations. There’s no stopping once the two of you start, you can hop from one subject to the next in a matter of minutes.

- Handholding. 

- No matter how you’re sitting or laying, he’ll find a way to fall asleep on you. 

- Hugs, just lots and lots of hugs. He always pulls away saying that you smell good.

- Braiding his hair, he loves it and he’s hardly afraid to admit it.

“Hey do you think you could like, do one of those twirly things to my hair?”

- Sometimes he’ll just randomly come over to you and hand you a flower he found, they’re usually just dandelions and other weeds but you think it’s adorable.

- Cutting class together. 

- Sitting outside the school with him every morning and during breaks. His friends will usually come and join you.

- Letting him copy your homework.

- You either get high with him or just have to deal with a stoned boyfriend sometimes.

- Leaning your head on his shoulder whenever you’re standing/sitting with each other. It always makes him really happy but he can’t figure out why. (It’s because you’re proving to everyone around you that you’re together and showing him that you actually like him.)

- Late night snack runs.

- The two of you are constantly sharing food with each other, and he’s constantly stealing food off your plate like you wouldn’t just give him one of whatever you’re eating.

- Since he’s usually not too sober during parties, he rarely realizes that whoever is talking to you is actually flirting with you. He’s pretty laidback regardless though so he doesn’t get too upset over it. He usually just lets you do what you have to do, waiting for you to excuse yourself from the situation on your own.

- Finger guns, just constant finger guns. 

- If you don’t smoke, he does try to refrain from doing so whenever you’re planning to hang out. Being around you is fun enough without the weed and he “wants to be a good boyfriend” even if you assure him it doesn’t really bother you.

- Comedy movie marathons. 

- Concert dates. 

- Dancing with him to your favorite songs.

- Driving around with him and his friends.

- Double dates with Pickford and Michelle. You hang out together constantly. 

- Keeping a lighter and an extra hair tie on you in case he needs one.

- He tries to impress you whenever he can even if the things he’s trying to impress you with are somewhat made up. They aren’t outright lies just... little exaggerations, that’s all. 

- He’s honestly really caring and sweet, always checking in with you to see if you’re having fun or if you’re okay wherever the two of you go. 

- He’s very happy that he can officially brag to Don about how girls do in fact want to hear “check ya later”. 

- He laughs at all your jokes, whether that’s because he genuinely thinks you’re funny or because he’s just a little bit stoned is anyone’s guess. 

- Getting told little scary stories and cautionary tales. He thinks it’s fun to try and spook you a little bit. 

- Sitting on top of cars and stargazing/watching the sunset together.

- For someone who gets blazed a lot, he sure remembers a lot. Your birthday, anniversary, favorite color, animal, that movie you wanted to see; nothing slips his mind, especially when it comes to you. 

- To be fair, I don’t think Slater gets high constantly, we just saw him on the last day of school and while he was attending a party. So don’t worry, you won’t have a constantly baked boyfriend. 

- Watching Saturday morning cartoons together.

- You cuddle hugging each other. You usually wind up with your face pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped loosely around you. 

- Wearing his shirts.

- Talking about conspiracy theories and other weird shit. 

- Lets be honest here, your parents probably don’t like him. He’s a long haired hippie who wears weed shirts, not exactly the kind of person most people want their daughters hanging around, especially people who were teenagers in the 50′s. 

- Cheap but fun dates. He rarely has much money so the two of you find different inexpensive ways to entertain yourselves.

- Slater’s a very friendly person even if most people don’t give him the time of day. He could have a conversation with just about anyone so you’ll sometimes just have to wait for him to finish talking to whichever random person he’s become friends with.

- A lot of the time the two of you just do your own thing while enjoying each other’s company. You both agree that you don’t have to be doing something together, it’s just nice to have each other around.

- Innocent affection, you’ll learn pretty early on in your relationship that he’s a big softie.

- Holding his cigarettes for him whenever he has to do something, i.e. tie his shoelace, fix his hat, show something off, etc.

- Slater simply vibes too much to fight with you. The two of you have, maybe, gotten into two arguments during your relationship and small ones at that. They’re those little whisper “fights” that couples get into when one of them is unknowingly doing something wrong.

- Spontaneous dates/hangouts. Out of nowhere he’ll decide he wants to do something specific and you’ll just go along with it.

- He’s a clumsy boy, sometimes you’ll just pretend you didn’t see him trip as to not embarrass him.

- It’s hard to be in a bad mood when you’re with him. He’s adorable, animated and hilarious; it’s like hanging out with a cartoon character. 

- A true feminist. You’re a strong independent woman and he loves you. You inspire him, he’s so proud.

- He tells you he loves you constantly and he means it from the bottom of his heart. 

- Behind every good man is a woman and he wants you to keep on being his for the rest of time. 

[amessywritersmind]

Hurricane - Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

A/N:  I’ve recently re-fallen in love with the beauty of the movie Dazed and Confused, and there’s like literally no work for it so I decided to write my own about one of my favorite characters! It’s a friends-lovers type thing sooooo.... Enjoy ;)

I exited my car and walked towards the school entrance with a little more pep in my step today. Around me, I could hear the chatter and excitement of the kids scattered across the parking lot, a few more days and school would be out. Soon, a lot of them would be seniors, including me. 

As I was walking, I saw Pickford’s bright yellow car pulling in, Pickford and Michelle inside. Thank the lord! I smiled as he sped into the parking lot, walking over to the car and leaning against the window. 

“Ahhhh, Pickford! Just the man I wanted to see on this fine morning!” I said dramatically, smiling at him. He rolled his eyes putting the car into park. 

“Hey Michelle!” I said to her as Pickford turned the car off, looking over to me. She smiled back, laughing at Kevin’s reaction to me. 

“What do ya want now (y/n)?” He said in fake annoyance. 

I nudged him gently, laughing. 

“Light me, I left my lighter at home.” I said, pulling a joint out of my pocket and placing it in between my lips, leaning closer so he could light the end. 

“M’Lady” He laughed dramatically, producing a lighter and sparking the end. 

“Thanks man, you’re the best” You said standing back up right and smiling gratefully, taking a few drags off the thing.

“Yeah yeah, you only want me for my weed and my lighters.” He fake pouted dramatically, earning another giggle from me and Michelle.

“You know you love me!” I exclaimed, reaching in the window and ruffling his hair, much to his annoyance.

“Anyways, I gotta go find some people, I’ll catch you guys later!” I called, backing away and going to find some other friends. 

I took a couple drags off the joint, making my way through the school gates and saying hi to people I knew along the way. Mid laugh (at something someone had said) I felt the joint being pulled out of my mouth. I turned quickly only to see one of my very best friends, Randall Floyd, or Pink as we all call him. I smiled at the sight of my joint hanging out of his mouth, a smirk on his lips. 

“And what do you think you’re doing Mister? I chuckled, crossing my arms and giving him a look. 

“Well, you know what they say (y/n), sharing is caring.” He said jokingly, taking a big hit off of it. 

“Heyyyy!” I exclaimed, laughing and reaching for it. 

“Don’t smoke it all! I barely got a few hits in.” I pouted as he pulled it from my reach. He laughed and threw his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in and passing the joint back to me. 

“Fine, I’ll give it back Mrs. Grouch” He said, earning a nudge in the side from me.

‘You’re lucky I love you” I grumbled out, looking at him. He laughed. keeping his arm around my shoulder and walking towards the doors to the school. 

“So I was wonderin’ if you’re free tonight? Maybe you can drop by mine later tonight? I’ve got some new records to listen to and a sixer just begging for us to drink it.’ Pink said, as if he’d really have to coax me into coming over. I laughed at his ‘puppy dog eyes’ all the same.

“What, no plans with the leech tonight?” I joked around, referring to his ever annoying girlfriend. 

“Nahh, needed a break for one night” He said dismissively, earning a laugh from me.

“Alright, It sounds like a plan! Be there at 6?” I confirmed, stopping as we heard someone call Pink’s name. He waved to them to hold on before finally removing his arm from my shoulders. 

“Sounds great! Can’t wait.” He confirmed with a smile, turning towards me and stealing the joint again, taking another hit before passing it back to me. 

“See you then.” I called to him as he walked backwards, shooting finger guns my way and nearly tripping on his own feet. I laughed at how dorky he really could be at times. 

I took the last drag before putting the joint out and walking into the building, nearly running straight into Slater.  

“Slater! My man! How’s it going?” I said to him, doing the funky little hand shake we made up a few years back. 

“Good, man! Hey! I got that stuff for you.” He said smiling like a maniac, pulling a little bag out of his pocket and handing it to me. 

“You are the best my dude!” I laughed out, putting the baggie into my bag.

“Anything for you! Hey man, I’ll check ya later!” He said, shooting me finger guns and walking away. I really was friends with a bunch of dorks.

I sighed, continuing my walk to first period, now all I had to do was survive the day.

Later that day 

The final bell rung out, everyone including me rushing to pack their stuff up and get out. As I was walking out of the building I saw Slater, Pickford, and Michelle  hanging out in the parking lot over by Pickford’s car and decided to go say hi real quick. 

“Only a few more days dudes, and then we’re seniors!’ I exclaimed as I walked up to the group. “Hey Michelle, can I bum a cig?” 

She handed me one and lighter. “Thanks.”

“It’s gonna be so weird man, we’re gonna be like so....old” Slater said slowly, laughing after he realized what he said. I laughed too. I handed the lighter back to Michelle and took a drag off the stick.

“All I know is, we’ll be the top of the food chain, and i’m gonna throw a fat party to celebrate!” Pickford laughed, lighting up a joint of his own. 

As I was about to reply, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, lifting me up slightly before setting me back down. I let out a little shout, startled, holding my cigarette out to avoid burning whoever the culprit was. 

“Floyd! I swear to god I’ll kill you!” I said knowing it could be no one else.

“Oooooo, she used your last name. You’re in trouble, man!” Slater called out, laughing as Pink placed me down again and moved to my side, throwing an arm over my shoulder, as he usually did.

“Awe, look at the two love birds who won’t admit they’re lovebirds!” Pickford said mockingly, faking a gag at the end. 

“Oh shove it Pickford” Pink said dismissively, waving off the comment.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t want his toy to hear that.” I fake whispered to the group as they laughed along. I was referring to Simone and they all new it. They all new I couldn’t stand her, including Pink, and most of the group felt the same way.

“Alright alright, that’s enough of that.” Pink started, trying to keep the peace as always. 

“Look! It’s my favorite group of little stoners!” A voice called to the left, Donnie joining the small gathering, a chorus of ‘hey Don’s’ and ‘what’s up man’s’ emitting from the group. 

“Hey Don! How ya been? Haven’t seen you in a while.” I said as he reached the circle. 

“Still waiting on your call, baby.” He said winking and flicking his tongue at me. I heard Pink scoff at this from beside me, but I just laughed. Donnie was Donnie after all. 

“In your dreams man.” I replied smoothly. 

“Oh you know it sweatheart! Anyways, I’m here for you Slater. Where’s my drugs?” He called over to the stoner, who was currently passing a joint to Michelle. 

“Follow me, man.” He said with a guilty grin, him and Donnie walking away. 

“Well, as much as I love hanging out with you nerds, I gotta get goin.” I said, moving to walk towards my car. Pink hooked his fingers into the belt loops on the side of my jeans, pulling me back towards him. 

‘We still on for tonight?” He asked.

“Yes, sir!” I said feigning seriousness, fake saluting him. He laughed at this. 

“Alright then. I shall see you tonight.” He smiled, releasing his hold on the belt loops and backing up slightly.

“See you then. Later, guys!” I called over my shoulder and hopping in my car, the radio coming to life at full volume as the car roared to life. 

Today had been a fairly good day but who was I to lie, I was beyond exited for the night to come. I raced home and instantly started getting ready-showering and then getting dressed. I had a little more time to kill before I needed to head over to Pink’s so I took out the new goods from Slater and rolled a few more joints, placing 2 in the “Emergency” supply and packing the rest into my purse before slipping my shoes on and heading out. 

I eventually pulled up outside Pink’s house, only to see him and Slater talking out by Pink’s car. 

“Getting the party started without me, boys?” I smirked, making my way over to the little group.

“(y/n), man! It feels like it’s been forever since I saw you man.” Slater called, laughing almost nervously. Pink looked over at me as well, shooting me his award winning smile. 

“Slater, I literally saw you a few hours ago” I laughed, pulling him into a hug anyways. 

“My turn!” Pink exclaimed once I’d let go of Slater, holding his arms open wide with a little smile on his face. I rolled my eyes, laughing, but walking into his arms anyways, my heart skipping a beat momentarily. I just chose to ignore that bit. 

“So, what’re you doing here? Not that your company isn’t a pleasure, “ I started, looking at Slater. “but i thought it was just gonna be us tonight?” I finished, looking at Pink. 

“It is, he was just dropping off some supplies” Pink answered devilishly. 

“Yeah, don’t worry (y/n), I’m not here to steal your man time, man” He laughed out, beginning to step away.

“You wish Slater!” I said, blushing slightly. He just shook his head, beginning to walk away. The blush intensified even more when Pink put his arm around my waist, pulling me even closer. He was usually pretty touchy, but it seemed to be amped up even more tonight. 

“Thanks again, man. I’ll see you tomorrow at the Emporium?” Pink called as Slater was walking away. 

“For sure man! Have fun, but not too much fun, man!” He called back, making his way around the corner. 

Pink still hadn’t let go of me so I turned, putting a hand on his chest and laughing at his dopey facial expression. 

“Hmmmmm, seems like someone really did start the party without me” I laughed, pinching his cheek lightly, him swatting my hand away. 

“Ok maybe I smoked a tinyyyy bit, but there’s still plenty to go around” He said smirking and hooking his fingers into the front belt loops of my pants. I looked up at him, suddenly having an overwhelming urge to lean in. I snapped myself out of it though, if any of that was going to be happening tonight I’d have to be a lot more out of it than my current state.

“Well, why are we still out here then? The weed isn’t going to smoke itself!” I chuckled, breaking away from him and making my way into his house, directly to his room. 

I plopped onto his bed, leaning against the headboard as Pink followed me in, closing the door and lighting some incense to mask the smell. As soon as it was good and burning, I pulled out my freshly rolled stash, lighting it and taking a drag as Pink put one of the new records on the player.

Once it was settled, he turned towards me. 

“Hey now! Don’t be greedy” He laughed at me, launching himself on top of me on the bed, opening his mouth for me to place the joint in it. I complied with his wishes, sticking it in his mouth and leaning back with a smile on my face, his body still very much on top of mine. 

Eventually, he moved to a more comfortable position at my side. We listened to the records, back to back, giving our respective opinions on each of the albums, going through about 4 joints and 3 beers each. By the time the last song on the last of his new records rang out, we were fairly buzzed. 

“Well, that’s all of em. Now, what to do, what to do?” Pink stated, looking over to me with an idea in his eyes. 

“Have anything specific in mind?” I asked absentmindedly, more focused on the brightly colored poster on the wall. 

“I have an idea, yeah” He answered vaguely. I giggled lightly at his lack of explanation.

“Are you planning on sharing that idea with me or are you just gonna keep it locked up in that brain of yours?” I questioned teasingly, leaning forward to tap his temple lightly. He swatted my hand away with a laugh. 

“I’ll do better, I’ll show you!” He exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the window. I was curious now.

Before I could question his intentions further, he slid the window open and climbed out on to the roof, turning back and reaching his hand in the window, motioning for me to follow. I grabbed his hand and climbed out as well. He began walking towards the middle of the roof, my hand still clasped tightly in his own.

He sat down finally, pulling my arm along with him. I sat down quietly, leaning against his shoulder lightly. For a few long moments, there was nothing but silence. Pink stared up at the sky, lost in thought. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” I asked quietly, poking his side gently. 

“I don’t love her.” He answered immediately. 

“What?” I replied, taken aback by the question. 

“Simone. I don’t love her, I never did. In fact, we’ve been split for months, but she refuses to let me go. I don’t love her because..... well, because I love someone else” He laughed out almost incredulously, like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. Something about that statement sent a ping straight to my heart. 

“Well then, that’s ok! I’m sure this girl likes you back. Who wouldn’t? Don’t worry yourself too-” before I could finish my sentence, his lips were on mine. They moved in sync briefly before he pulled away. 

“It’s you. You are the girl I’m talking about. I think I’ve always known it’s you, I just never realized it.” He let out with no hesitation. As I processed what he was saying to me, my heart was dancing in my chest. This was not how I planned for the night to go, not that I’m complaining at all.

“I don’t think there's any question that I feel the same then?” I asked in a daze, still shocked by the events that had just transpired. Pink chuckled at this, shaking his head and wrapping an arm around me, pulling me closer. 

“No, I don’t think so. Though, I think I should double check, just to make sure.” He stated, a goofy smile finding its way onto his face. At that, he leaned down once more, placing his lips on mine once again. 

[80s4life]

We Have Time

Word Count: 1,554

Status: Suggested!

Ask: can i request something for mitch kramer? (dazed and confused)anything pls im desperate🙁

**ADDITIONAL INFO** mm it could be anything really!! either like. what it would be like dating him, or when they meet on the last day of school at the emporium & she’s like woodersons little sophomore sister?

@: a wonderful anon that will forever be mysterious!

Fandom: Dazed And Confused 1903

Relationship: Mitch Kramer x Wooderson!Reader

Summary: The beginning of summer break opens up new opportunities: discovering new things, meeting new people, and making new memories. Only, this summer seems to sparkle a little brighter, meeting a boy that makes your heart to somersaults.

Warnings: fluff, alcohol and marijuana consumption, teen romance (reader is turning 17 soon, Mitch is 16), sexual allusions (Slater and Pink trying to make something happen), language

Masterlist Dazed And Confused Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary​ @tangledcopperstrands​

{gif is not mine, credits go to @dazed-and-confused-appreciation​}

Being David Wooderson’s younger sister has its perks...amongst many downsides. To list just a few, you know a lot of the older kids at your school, do shit you’re legally not advised to, and are invited or know of any or all parties happening and when. And, being a sophomore, you have personally been able to master your drink taste and the types of parties you truly enjoy: fruity drinks that match the heat of the summer parties yet to come. 

Hitching a ride on the back of a truck with Jodi, Simone, and Michelle, you all gossip and compliment each other’s outfits, going over the endless possibilities for the summer as the school year officially ends this year. Michelle and Jodi were clad in bell bottoms and short tops, Simone settling for a classic tee and jeans, while you basked in the summer air with simple bell bottoms, a nice belt, boots, a cropped tank, and a button-down shirt tied in case of the night getting on the chillier side.

Finally, parking on the curb beside numerous other cars, you confidently make your way into the Emporium, eyes grazing over the multitude of sexed up men and women, and of course, the newly recruited teens coming of age.

“There she is! The life of the party!” Don slings an arm around your shoulders, lightly tugging your head into his abdomen to scruff up your hair.

Pulling on his coveralls, you jab at his stomach, giggling as you make out of his head lock. Groaning, he lets up with a struggled smirk, straightening up quickly when Pink, Slater, and Benny come stumbling in the billiard, already a bit tipsy.

Slater’s eyes catch yours, making a smoking motion with a clumsy smile, walking up to you for a hug. “How’s you going, Tiny?”

“I’m pretty good, can’t say much about you though, huh?”

“What? I’m living my best life.”

You laugh, about ready to get in a tit-for-tat with Slater before a younger boy, not much younger than you, comes crashing through the Emporium’s entrance, Fred right on his heels.

“Hide me! Hide me! Hide me!” he yells, accidentally knocking into you, which throws you off balance and on the floor beside Pink’s feet.

“I’m gonna knock your teeth in, you Skimpy Pile of-!” Fred screams, being held back by Pink, who’s nicely patted your shoulder as he helped you up, and Don, who just wanted to get one drink in before shit hits the fan.

“O’Bannion! You better have good reason for throwing my ass on the floor!”

Instantly, Fred stops struggling, looking you dead in the eyes with a twinge of fear. “I don’t need one.”

“Oh hell yeah you do,” you warn, standing up to him despite your height difference, “That’s Jodi’s kid brother.”

“I know, that’s what made the chase more fun,” he gives you a shit-eating grin, “Then he slashed my tires when I was chasin’ him through the fucking woods!”

“Yeah, alright, I’ve heard enough. Turn your ass around before I beat ya with your own board alright, O’Bannion?”

Standing for a few seconds more, he goes to say something else, but settles for muttering “bitch” as he storms off, going to mess with someone else, claiming “he wasted his time.”

Turning around with a small flustered smile, you do a curtsy as the group of boys cheer you on. “Stop it,” you flush, crouching back down to meet the eyes of the boy that’s been running around the whole neighborhood, “You alright?”

Staring at you blankly, he comes at a loss of words as he takes in your beauty. Finally he stutters after a moment of silence, looking you up and down sheepishly, “U-uh yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I could’ve handled him on my own. I mean, I have been handling him all day. But, thanks?” he boasts, taking your hand as you offer it.

“Of course you did. Anyway, if you have a problem with him, just tell me. My brother will handle him if I won’t,” you grin.

Grinning back, he mutters an, “Okay,” as Pink and Slater take him away, going to get him some beer.

Don, silently watching your gaze, giggles as he notices the two of you still staring even after a great distance was put between you two, “You might wanna wipe that drool before someone mistakes you for a toddler.”

“Wh- I am not drooling! I’m just making sure he’s okay! He’s been chased by O’Bannion since school broke out!”

“Mhmm. Well, in that case, there’s nothing to worry about then since he didn’t get beat.”

“Exactly. I was just checking.”

“Alrighty then!” he concludes, giggling as he takes a swig of beer and join the group of boys in question.

After a few moments of talking, the boys leave the Emporium completely, leaving you to clear your head and enjoy the night. You are not crushing on a little boy, you silently scold yourself. But, the fact was, he wasn’t a little boy. If he was a kid, then you were, no matter the year difference that makes you “superior.”

After some time spent playing pool, dancing, flirting, drinking, and trying to get Wooderson out of trouble, you finally crash down on a discarded couch, catching your breath. The break only lasts a second, unfortunately, as you feel a force plop itself on the other end of the rickety cushions.

Lifting your hand from covering your eyes, you dart them to your left for a split second, doing a double-take as you realize who’d shown up. “H-hi,” you stutter, initial shock masking any further discussion.

“Hi,” Mitch smiles, a little more confident than he had when he first met you. “You wanna go somewhere more private?” he asks, checking over his shoulder at Slater and Don, winking at them.

Lightly grasping his cheek, you turn his head back around, “I would, but that’s if I don’t have to share a room with them,” you smirk.

He coughs as his cheeks turn red, “Well yeah...”

“Come on,” you chuckle, grabbing his hand and leading him up the flight of stairs, finding a desolate room, and ducking into it with a lock on the door. 

Twirling slowly, you plop yourself on the bed tiredly, Mitch still standing stiffly at the door. “I ain’t gonna bite ya, besides, what they don’t know don’t hurt them out there.”

Silently, Mitch makes his way over, lightly filling the spot on the bed beside you, laying on his back and staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. Catching the expression, you groan, “What did they tell you?”

“W- Well- Nothing.”

“Oh no, did they tell you to try and score?” you sit up, shivering in disgust.

“Yeah, they told me that’s how to be a real man.”

You smile sarcastically then turn to Mitch seriously, “Hey, you don’t need to have sex to be a man, okay? If there’s anything my parents taught me, it’s that the right man won’t pressure you, the right time will come naturally... Are you a virgin, Mitch?”

His face flushes a deep red again, going to scratch his neck out of habit. You don’t need him to answer to know, “Don’t worry, so am I. And quite frankly, I’d be more comfortable keeping it that way for a while.” The room goes completely silent for around 10 minutes before you pipe up again, “If you want, it’s been long enough for your first time to be up,” you smirk, “So, if you want, you can leave and say we did it. It’ll ease both of our pressure. Or, we could stay here a little longer and just get to know each other. I’m fine with either.”

Exhaling deeply, Mitch’s whole body goes lax, “I’d like to get to know you,” he smiles, turning on his side to face you and you do the same.

Now it’s your turn to blush, “That sounds nice.”

For the rest of the night, you stay holed up in the bedroom just passing time talking, telling stories of your early childhood, and just generic things like your interests. You’d found Mitch to be quite the talkative and humorous type after getting comfortable, and Mitch was more than delighted to hear your silky, natural laugh. He found it adorable, or in more context, you adorable.

There was lots of hand holding and soft kisses on the nose, forehead, and cheek. And by the first signs of the sun peeking through the blinds, you kissed his lips sweetly, walking him up to his doorstep in hopes of seeing him again, “If you don’t get killed, do you want to hang out on Wednesday?”

“Hell yeah,” he smiles broadly, “How about a movie at the drive-in?”

“It sounds like a date, Mitch,” you grinned, blowing an air kiss as you make your way back to the sidewalk. 

“Definitely,” he whispers, watching you disappear before entering the house. I’m gonna marry her one day.

[fathersonholygore]

USA’s Mr. Robot Season 2, Episode 3: “eps2.1_k3rnel-pan1c.ksd” Directed & Written by Sam Esmail

* For a recap & review of the previous episode, “eps2.0_unm4sk-pt2.tc” – click here * For a recap & review of the next episode, “eps2.1_k3rnel-pan1c.ksd” – click here Mobley (Azhar Khan) and Romero (Ron Cephas Jones) keep up the good fight for fsociety. We hear the oral history of their little arcade, from Romero, and the origin of fsociety’s name comes from the corporation title, “Fun Society Amusement, LLC.” A long, weird, ugly history. Out of which is now growing something good, or at least aimed at the intention of good. All boils down to this being the perfect place to do some hacking. Romero wants to sell the place off, under the radar. He doesn’t want to go back to jail, though. He doesn’t want to be involved. Although Mobley talks a good game. Oh, by the way, this is before Romero met Elliot (Rami Malek). The origin of their at times tenuous relationship amongst the fsociety. A great opening scene. “Panic. Here it comes again.” Elliot’s character is so compelling because he’s very real. Not only is he talented, he’s disturbed, he has mental health issues. But they’re not atypical, all the same things we’ve seen before. He’s brilliant, he’s also flawed. Now Elliot’s talking to Tyrell (Martin Wallström) over that red phone. “I think about that night, when we became gods,” Tyrell tells him. More than that he’s got dad (Christian Slater) continually barking in his ear. On top of it all he’s found out about the murder of Gideon Goddard. That morning, Mobley finds Romero at his place, shot in the back of the head. Taken out so quietly under everyone’s nose. Because whoever it is has unbelievable reach. We’re also getting a glimpse into the life of Ray (Craig Robinson). Seems he’s got his own mental issues, too. Sitting at the table, eating, looking as if he’s hooked up to dialysis, he talks to somebody who isn’t there. This is very interesting if what we’re seeing is what’s going on, if there’s no trickery. Because in this case, he and Elliot have so much in common. Which could be bad. What’s really no good is Elliot self-medicating. He’s determined to push Mr. Robot, dear ole dad into the recesses of his mind. He swallows down a bunch of pills to drown out the sound of his rambling. Right before a guy looks like an FBI agent crosses his path. Darlene (Carly Chaikin) isn’t overly surprised about their friend being dead when Mobley meets to talk with her. She’s cynical, but more so a realist. Yet it’s still not hard for them to wonder what the fallout of their actions will be ultimately, after all is said and done. Such as how Elliot’s been taken by the FBI man, or whoever he is, and they’ve got him tied to a chair. They’re mixing concrete in a barrel, as well. Big plans for him. They’re going to pour it down his throat. No, it’s just another vision, along with dad making it all happen. He forces Elliot to throw up the pills, only to be thwarted when his son, vomit and all, slurps them back down. He’ll do anything to “not be owned.” “I have burrowed underneath your brain, I am nested there, I am the scream in your mind.”

Love that we get a good look at Dominique DiPierro (Grace Grummer) in this episode, seeing more of her, as well as in her personal space. She’s not your archetype of an FBI agent with a drug problem or anything like that. Although there’s some mystery about her. Now she’s involved slightly with the murder case of Romero; her name’s turned up on a list the hacker had in his things. This gets her digging around later, by herself, cosying up to Romero’s mom to get a second look at things. We also get more of Trenton (Sunita Mani), after Darlene and Mobley go see her. They’re all divided. That sense of power, of righteousness keeps throbbing in Darlene, she’s not even scared after their close friend was killed. She also won’t listen to anything else, about Elliot, or getting away to someplace safe. Mobley and Trenton realise the danger of the Dark Army, she doesn’t appear bothered. This leads Mobley to wonder if the brother-sister team aren’t in on the whole thing. Paranoia abound. The full story on Ray comes out further. He’s got a website. He deals with very bad, dangerous, violent people. He is also likely just as violent, maybe as dangerous. He’s doing some kind of shady shit online, that’s obvious. More mystery surrounding him, even after a bit of information. Ray: “We‘re not animals” Meanwhile, Elliot believes he’s rid himself of dad’s influence. He’s taking the right amount of pills, getting enough sleep. Well, sometimes. Adderall has changed his life, he’s even into Leon’s (Joey Bada$$) theories on George Costanza and Seinfeld. He’s actually gotten into basketball. But he’s medicated into another kind of madness. However, he’s starting to see it all differently. No matter what he does there’s always that darkness lurking in him, the damage will never go away. It is inescapable. He’s starting to break down, all over again. In a whole new way. “The scream in my mind is coming back” I worry a bit about Angela (Carly Chaikin), who’s meeting Phillip Price (Michael Cristofer) for dinner on a Saturday night. Seems sort of, questionable? Until arriving to find him there with a couple of her colleagues, Sol and Jim. She looks disappointed somehow, though she ought to be happy. Maybe she’s finally being taken seriously. Or maybe not, who knows. Afterwards, Price is alone with her. Tells her those two men were involved with Colby, back when they devastated her hometown. Oh, my. Didn’t see that coming. He’s actually brought her evidence to boot. What’s the ultimate cost? That’s my only thought. Elliot’s starting to see that he’s, despite all the trouble, better unmedicated. He sees the truth when he’s unmedicated. And while, to some others, it might sound insane, it’s all so true. He goes on a rant at his NA meeting about gods, organised religion, and how God “owns you” through belief and the “distortion of reality.” In this sense, God is like a father, his father, many fathers. That evening, Elliot gets a visit from Ray, who still wants help with whatever kind of website he’s been running. Ray tells him about losing his wife several years before, and that’s why he talks out loud at the breakfast table. This dude scares me, some aspect of his personality doesn’t sit right. Elliot winds up back at Ray’s office with him, then things get deeper between them. The guy almost echoes his father’s “control is an illusion.” This is already more dangerous than I imagined. Lord, I’m in love with this TV series! Great writing, fantastic themes being illustrated in ways we’ve not seen before. As much a show about mental illness as it is about hacking. Can’t wait to watch more. Haven’t even finished Season 2, already dying for Season 3. “eps2.1_k3rnel-pan1c.ksd” comes next.

Mr. Robot – Season 2, Episode 3: “eps2.1_k3rnel-pan1c.ksd” USA's Mr. Robot Season 2, Episode 3: "eps2.1_k3rnel-pan1c.ksd" Directed & Written by Sam Esmail…

[junker-town]

NHL expansion draft 2017: Grading all 30 expansion draft protection lists

How did your favorite team do?

The NHL’s expansion draft protection lists are out! A slight delay in the plan left many fans waiting a half hour longer than expected, but we now know just who each team is protecting in the upcoming expansion draft.

There will be a lot of hustle and bustle over the next few days before Vegas picks their team on Wednesday. We’ll have you covered for every move they make leading up to the expansion draft, but let’s step back a moment and look at the 30 teams. Some lists were pretty obvious, while others have us wondering just what some general managers were thinking.

It’s hard to grade these lists because we don’t know what hand-shake deals teams have in place to lead Vegas away from certain assets, but we’ll do the best with what we have.

Photo by Bruce Bennett/Getty Images

Above average

Stars. Fears were calmed immediately that Cody Eakin would not take up a coveted spot. Also, props to general manager Jim Nill on protecting a trio of young defensemen in Stephen Johns, Esa Lindell, and John Klingberg. The Stars didn’t overthink it. A-

Flyers. It’s a bit of a surprise to see Scott Laughton on this list, but not protecting Andrew MacDonald and Pierre-Edouard Bellemare is an immediate positive. General manager Ron Hextall is sticking to the plan, Flyers fans. A-

Penguins. It’s hard to imagine the reigning Stanley Cup champions messing this up, and they didn’t. The Penguins went the eight skater route, and for good reason. Patric Hornqvist got the nod over Carl Hagelin, and I think that’s the right move. We all know Vegas is taking Marc-Andre Fleury anyway. A-

Blue Jackets. There were rumblings that Jack Johnson would get the protection nod over Ryan Murray on defense. Instead, Columbus did the smart move and protected Murray while leaving Johnson exposed. That counts as a win. B+

Oilers. Not protecting Kris Russell is an immediate positive, so good job Edmonton! The rest is par for the course, with Jordan Eberle actually getting a protection slot despite rumors to the contrary. Not bad, Oilers. B+

Photo by Claus Andersen/Getty Images

As expected

Ducks. Anaheim fans are likely panicking that both Sami Vatanen and Josh Manson remain unprotected, but that felt almost expected with how the big wig reporters were talking. The fact they remained unprotected likely means the Ducks have a deal in place with Vegas, so the worrying could likely be for naught. B

Sabres. There’s no real surprises here for the Sabres. Big veterans in Zach Bogosian and Matt Moulson were always going to remain unprotected, while youngsters like Nathan Beaulieu and Johan Larsson were rightfully protected. B

Flames. Leaving big contract Troy Brouwer exposed is a good choice for Calgary. Much like Buffalo, they protected their young, talented players like they should. Nothing to sneeze at. B

Hurricanes. Carolina is already starting to look like a new team. All three goaltenders from their system have been exposed, while Scott Darling got the expected nod as the one netminder. Vegas will likely go for Joakim Nordstrom or Lee Stempniak, but they weren’t expected to be protected. B

Blackhawks. Trevor van Riemsdyk is still the likely pick for Vegas the way the winds have been blowing, but Chicago protected everyone they needed to. Don’t be surprised, however, if the two teams have a deal in place to send someone other than van Riemsdyk to Vegas by Wednesday. B

Avalanche. I’m not sure what Vegas will want to take from Colorado, but they’ve protected their important pieces just fine. That’s all you can really ask, honestly. B

Canadiens. Jonathan Drouin joined Montreal’s expected list. Exposing Tomas Plekanec and Alexander Radulov is nothing to be worried about either. Hopefully. B

Devils. Some recognizable names like Beau Bennett, Devante Smith-Pelly, and Michael Cammalleri have all been exposed. However, New Jersey protected three young defensemen in John Moore, Mirco Mueller, Damon Severson, who they all seem high on. B

Rangers. Tanner Glass wasn’t protected! Regardless, New York’s protection list isn’t anything outrageous. Par for the course. B

Kings. Dustin Brown, Marian Gaborik, and Jerome Iginla are big names, but not surprising with how their team is stacked to begin with. B

Canucks. Daniel Sedin and Henrik Sedin were always going to be protected. Young standout Bo Horvat as well. Vancouver did what they needed to do here, which was not overthink it too much. B

Lightning. Tampa Bay’s path got easier after trading Drouin, but losing Cedric Paquette, J.T. Brown, or Slater Koekkoek might hurt more than expected. Still, that’s the price of being a deep team. B-

Maple Leafs. On one hand, Toronto protected Matt Martin. On the other, they protected young forward Josh Leivo. On the third hand, they did not protect trade deadline pickup Brian Boyle. It’s a give and take, I suppose. B-

Photo by Joel Auerbach/Getty Images

Head scratchers

Coyotes. As a follower of the Flyers, it surprises me that Luke Schenn and Nick Cousins got a nod from Arizona. Alexander Burmistrov and Radim Vrbata both seem like better picks to be protected, though who knows if the Coyotes are done wheeling and dealing. C+

Bruins. I can’t figure out why Kevan Miller was protected over Colin Miller, or Adam McQuaid, outside of the small difference in point totals. A young defenseman like Colin Miller might be what the Golden Knights are looking for. C

Senators. Clarke MacArthur, Bobby Ryan, Marc Methot, and Viktor Stalberg are all big names to be exposed. Ryan, in particular, is a huge name that seems tempting for Vegas to snag, and for absolutely nothing in return too. C

Sharks. I’m not sure who Ryan Carpenter is, but he has just four points in 12 NHL games. Protecting him over someone like Mikkel Boedker just feels like a strange set of priorities here. C

Red Wings. Clearly general manager Ken Holland values veteran goaltender Jimmy Howard over younger goaltender Petr Mrazek. Many thought Mrazek was Detroit’s future in goal, but with his exposure to Vegas it might not be that way for much longer. C-

Panthers. Jonathan Marchessault would be a HUGE loss for the Panthers. Protecting defensemen Alex Petrovic and Mark Pysyk seems silly with a 30-goal scorer on tap. C-

Wild. Marco Scandella, Matt Dumba, and Eric Staal all have been exposed. Minnesota will likely lose one of them for nothing, and it’s quite shocking to see them protect their aging core over potential key pieces. C-

Capitals. Nate Schmidt is all but a goner it seems after the Red Wings exposed Mrazek. Which is a shame, as he really showed up in the postseason. I also cannot fathom protecting Tom Wilson, but the Capitals clearly see something in him. C-

Photo by Bruce Bennett/Getty Images

Poor

Blues. Ryan Reaves over Dmitrij Jaskin, Jori Lehtera, and David Perron? For shame, St. Louis. Our Blues blog put it quite succinctly earlier on Sunday. D

Went through all of the lists. Only 13 protected forwards around the league had 13 or fewer points in the NHL last year. Reaves included.

— Game Time Media (@StLouisGameTime) June 18, 2017

Islanders. New York likely has deals in place, but protecting Adam Pelech over Calvin de Haan and Thomas Hickey reeks of bad asset management. Not sure what general manager Garth Snow is thinking with this move. D

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Masterlist

A list of my old writing that you can request I revise

Song Prompts

Meeting and Dating Headcanons~

Pretty in Pink

Andie Walsh

Duckie Dale

Blane McDonagh

Steff McKee

Sixteen Candles 

Jake Ryan

The Lost Boys

Paul

Dwayne

Poly Lost Boys

Edgar Frog

The Breakfast Club

Brian Johnson

John Bender

Andrew Clark

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Dallas Winston

Two-Bit Mathews

Rumblefish

Steve Hays

Ferris Buellers Day Off

Cameron Frye

Karate Kid

Daniel Larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Dutch

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Jason Dean

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Jeff Spicoli

Brad Hamilton

Better Off Dead 

Lane Meyer

Weird Science

Gary Wallace

Wyatt Donnelly

Dream A Little Dream

Dinger Holfield

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan 

Dating Poly Bill and Ted 

The Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya

Interview with the Vampire

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Children of the Corn

Malachai Boardman

National Lampoons 

Rusty Griswold (European Vacation)

Cant Buy Me Love

Kenneth Wurman

The Chocolate War

Jerry Renault

Archie Costello

The Mighty Ducks

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Adam Banks

Les Averman

Porkys

Brian Schwartz

Anthony ‘Meat’ Tuperello

Tommy Turner

Tim Cavanaugh

Mickey Jarvis

Just One of the Guys

Terry Griffith

Greg Tolan

Dead Poets Society 

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Charlie Dalton

Knox Overstreet

Steven Meeks

Earth Girls are Easy

Mac

Combat Academy 

Perry Barnett

Waynes World

Garth Algar

Austin Powers

Austin Powers

Toy Soldiers

Ricardo Montoya

Good Will Hunting

Chuckie Sullivan

10 Things I Hate About You

Joey Donner

My Bodyguard

Ricky Linderman

Melvin Moody

Stand and Deliver

Angel Guzman

Something Wild 

Ray Sinclair

Three O’Clock High 

Buddy Revell

Intruder

Randy

Young Guns

Jose Chavez y Chavez

Billy the Kid

Doc Scurlock

Dazed and Confused

Benny O’Donnell

Don Dawson

Kevin Pickford

Randall “Pink” Floyd

Fred O’Bannion

Mitch Kramer

Ron Slater

Shavonne Wright

Dogfight

Eddie Birdlace

Ladybugs

Matthew

Goosebumps

Sticks

Freddy Renfield

Twister

Robert ‘Rabbit’ Nurick

Stand by me 

Ace Merrill

School Ties

Rip Van Kelt 

Chris Reece

The Untouchables

Eliot Ness

The Godfather

Tom Hagen

(Young) Vito Corleone

(Old) Vito Corleone

Goodfellas

Henry Hill

Little Shop of Horrors

Seymour Krelborn

Newsies

Specs

Near Dark

Severen

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees

Scream

Billy Loomis 

Poly Billy and  Stu

Stu Macher

The Craft

Nancy Downs

Hocus Pocus

Max Dennison

Thackery Binx

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Adam Maitland

The Crow

Eric Draven

Ghostbusters

Ray Stantz

Aliens

Bishop

An American Werewolf in London

Jack Goodman

Sleepaway Camp

Ricky Thomas

Re-animator

Herbert West

Silence of the Lambs

Clarice Starling

Fright Night

Jerry Dandridge

Candyman

Daniel Robitaille

The Evil Dead

Ash Williams

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Harvey Kinkle

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike

Full Metal Jacket

Sgt. Hartman

Joker

Animal Mother

Pyle

Preference~ the boys with an s/o whose ex stalks them

Grease

Kenickie

Labyrinth

Jareth

Total Recall

Douglas Quaid

Requested “Would Includes” and Imagines/Fics~

Darry falling for Johnny’s sister

Allison Reynolds dating a shy nerdy girl

Starting a family with Cameron Frye

Making out with Cameron Frye

Cameron Frye comforting you when you’re upset

Getting drunk with the Ferris Bueller crew

Gary Wallace dating a tall girl

George Mcfly with a dominant flirty s/o

Comforting and being comforted by Will Hunting

Will Hunting having a crush on you

Being apart of the good will hunting gang

Armand with a virgin s/o (including nsfw)

Lestat and Louis dating a girl who loves horror movies

Making out with Duckie Dale

Duckie Dale cheering you up

Cliff having a crush on you

Making out with Cliff

Making out with Bryce

Bryce having a crush on you

The Lost Boys with an s/o having an anxiety attack + fighting depression

The Lost Boys with a sweet and innocent s/o

The Lost Boys with a curvy mate

The Lost Boys fighting with their mates

The Lost Boys dating a shy short girl

The Lost Boys taking care of you when you’re hurt

Getting drunk with the Lost Boys would include

David x Laddies older sister

Making out with Edgar Frog

Being Married to Archie Costello

Going to the beach with Archie Costello

Making out with Archie Costello

Darrys girlfriend landing a job at a local cafe as a singer

Making out with Kenneth Wurman

Being Cindys friend and Ronalds crush

Harold Sherbico having a crush

Kim Kelly dating her polar opposite

Neil Perry dating an artist

Making out with Charlie Dalton

Jealous Charlie Dalton

Jealous Knox Overstreet

A study date with Steven Meeks

Spending the winter season with Neil Perry

Comforting Charlie Dalton after he gets expelled 

The dead poets walking in on Charlie and his secret, shy girlfriend 

Simon Boggs having a crush on Laneys friend

Faking It-Cindy Mancini falling for the girl who paid her to be her friend

Spike having a crush on you

Steff McKee having a crush on you

Marko having a crush on you

David having a crush on you 

Paul having a crush on you

Dwayne having a crush on you

Dwayne x vampire reader who dresses like Stevie Nicks

Making out with Keith Nelson

Meat having a crush on Peewees sister

Admit it- Mickey Jarvis and his future s/o having crushes on each other

Being a part of team USA and meeting Adam and Charlie

Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you

Sleepover with Bill and Ted (including nsfw)

Being pregnant with Ted Logans child

Starring in the schools Romeo and Juliet with Ted Logan

Ted Logan asking you to be his valentine

Spending Valentines day with Steff McKee

Spending Valentines day with Steven Meeks

Spending Valentines day with Keith Nelson

Spending your first Valentines day with Bryce

Wishing I Was Her (Nick Andopolis)

If You Want Out Just Say It (Ace Merrill)

Going on the Ferris adventure

Going on your own adventure with Cameron Frye

Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Travelling back in time with Marty McFly

Tommy Devito dating a chubby artist

Years Gone By (Michael Corleone)

Sonny Corleone dating his opposite

Phillipe Gaston x reader~ Fairy Tale 

Being Fulton's sister and Dating Dean Portman

Comforting Todd when he’s upset

Being married to Bill S. Preston Esquire

Being married to Ted Logan

Spending Halloween/October with Knox Overstreet

Making out with Knox

A will they, won’t they relationship with Seth Brundle

Falling in love with Edward Scissorhands

Dwayne Hicks with an Android!Technician s/o

Private Joker dating an artist 

Jareth falling in love with you

Being married to Matt Hooper and going to Amity

The way you make me feel~ John Bender

Being in a long term relationship with JD

J.D. with a chronically ill s/o

Archie with a chronically ill s/o

Making out with Ted Logan

Archibald Craven falling in love

Andy Dufresne falling in love

Nsfw Headcanons~ 

Group sex with the lost boys

Sam Emerson

Threesome with Obie and Archie

Armand

Archie Costello

(sub) Archie Costello

Obie

Johnny Cade

Cameron Frye

Duckie Dale

Blane

John Bender

Randy (Intruder)

Joey Donner

Kenneth Wurman

Keith Nelson

The Dead Poets Kinks

Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Steven Meeks

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Gerard Pitts

John Bender taking your virginity

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Dinger Holfield

The Lost Boys

JD

Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Benny O’donnell

Fred O’Bannion

Cliff

Bryce

Johnny Walker

George Mcfly

Brian Moreland

(sub) Perry Barnett 

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Randy Meeks

Michael Emerson

Nancy Downs

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Spike

Angel Guzman

Sgt. Hartman

Brad Hamilton

Douglas Quaid

Chris (night of the creeps)

Sonny Corleone with a shy, virgin s/o

George Mcfly getting jealous and being dominant

Grease Monkey (Keith Nelson smut)

Sins of the flesh and matters of the heart (David x reader + Dwayne smut)